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 “One Fish, Two Fish, No fish” By Jeffrey Clarke A fish jumped out of the water not fifteen feet from the rowboat where my father and I sat.  On shore, I could hear the wind as it flowed through the gold and red leaves of the trees surrounding the lake.  Small waves tapped against the aluminum hull of the boat as my father cast out a line with a soft whir and a hollow plop as the lure landed in the water. “It’s so nice out here.  Quiet.”  He paused and scratched his chin. “So uh…Anything you wanna say to me, or talk about, Charles,” my father asked.  He was squinting.  He always seemed to be squinti